This is a continuation of my first story "The Beginning". Thanks to all the feedback. I have tried to improve.. Please keep your comments coming.. The other guys then one by one colored my face and in return I put color on them. There were 5-6 of them, and a few were bold enough to go beyond my neck. I was a little taken aback, but for some reason extreme...
Based in truth - my ex and I spent many a playful evening. * I lean against the wall, ankles crossed and hands shoved deep in my jeans pockets. My short cropped auburn hair shines softly in the light as I take one hand and run it through the soft tresses. I've found of late that I need to fuck, but since I have no partner right now, I often end up just pac...
It was the day that Karen Leasor looked forward to the least: her group swim at the rec center. Karen had a close group of friends who all went to the gym together, with each day focusing on a different workout. It was a great way to stay in shape for Karen, who had lost 10 pounds in the four months she had participated. What was wrong with group swim? Kare...
Even though venerable Pink Floyd made fun of the system and pointed their musically talented finger at the consciousness culprit being money, they made a lot of money when they wrote their song, Money. Back then, I can't recall anyone who didn't have Pink Floyd's album, The Dark Side of the Moon and who didn't listen to it with awe and reverence that played...
Mike was leaving the building on his way to his next class when Mandy, his partner for the paper they had to write, came up to him, asking if they could work on it later. "Sure," he said, "if you want I can drive you to my house and we can work on my computer and then I can take you home afterwards." "Great!" She said and they made arrangements to meet out...
She forgot morning, not just this morning, but every morning for as far back as she could remember. It wasn't that she slept late, sleeping through all those mornings, no, each day her alarm went off at seven a.m. and when she got home after work there were breakfast dishes in the sink. Looking over her email, she found that she had diligently read h...
For five years I had lived on the island totally without human companionship. I saw no men but the old guy who ran the supply ship, and no women at all. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul cannot be heard. Man alone with nature, that's the way it should be. Like Tho...
Finals were coming closer and closer and so were things between Buffy and Angel. Since they both admitted their feelings for one another, they were hardly inseparable. Whenever you'd see one the other would be right behind. "So are you ready for Art History?" Willow asked her blonde haired friend. "Yes. Angel helped me out a bit." "I'm sure he's helped yo...
The full moon shine brightly upon the abandoned warehouse, its light penetrating into the depths of the building seeping in through cracks and holes of the structure. Two boys' one nineteen and one eighteen were climbing the brick wall that surrounded the building. They were simply looking for somewhere to hold a large party away from prying eyes yet little...
A WIGAN HANDSHAKE The place: Bob's House of Ass — a local swing shack. The time: 5 PM. Saturday. A party of three — comprised of two women and one guy — enter the pool area. The dude is somewhere in his late 70s. The chicks are in their early 30s. One senorita is obviously a butch lesbian; the other, sensual white trash. Disrobing, the group head straight...